I'm making fish for dinner, and Theodore Gold is sitting on the sand sipping milk from a coconut. "You know," he says, "you'd be a really hot model for my company, Gold Enterprises."
"This is the fifth time you've said that." I respond flatly.
Gold shrugs as he takes a big gulp, finishing the milk. He drops the shell on the ground and yawns, stretching his arms above his head. "It's the truth. What size bra do you we---"
"If enjoy living, I suggest you don't finish that sentence." I say, raising my eyebrows and glaring at him. He doesn't say anything. I finish cooking the fish, and we eat in silence and watch the sun set. When we finish, we walk back from the shore to the helicopter. It's difficult to navigate the forest in the fading light, but we are able to do it.
"We fly tomorrow." I say. "The gas tank should be full enough to get us to some more populated land. Hopefully with cell service. Do you have your phone? Since you're so damn rich, maybe you can call up your people and have them charter us a plane or boat to save the other survivors."
Theodore Gold pulls out a smart phone. The service is cracked. "It should still work." He assures me.
"And, Theodore?"
"Yes?"
"First you're checking me into a 5-star hotel room and I'm getting a bubble bath." I demand.
Megumi Kurosawa -- Day Fourteen
I'm making fish for dinner, and Theodore Gold is sitting on the sand sipping milk from a coconut. "You know," he says, "you'd be a really hot model for my company, Gold Enterprises."
"This is the fifth time you've said that." I respond flatly.
Gold shrugs as he takes a big gulp, finishing the milk. He drops the shell on the ground and yawns, stretching his arms above his head. "It's the truth. What size bra do you we---"
"If enjoy living, I suggest you don't finish that sentence." I say, raising my eyebrows and glaring at him. He doesn't say anything. I finish cooking the fish, and we eat in silence and watch the sun set. When we finish, we walk back from the shore to the helicopter. It's difficult to navigate the forest in the fading light, but we are able to do it.
"We fly tomorrow." I say. "The gas tank should be full enough to get us to some more populated land. Hopefully with cell service. Do you have your phone? Since you're so damn rich, maybe you can call up your people and have them charter us a plane or boat to save the other survivors."
Theodore Gold pulls out a smart phone. The service is cracked. "It should still work." He assures me.
"And, Theodore?"
"Yes?"
"First you're checking me into a 5-star hotel room and I'm getting a bubble bath." I demand.
"Sounds like a plan."